Written Summer of 2003

Where can I hide till this storm passes?
I see the pain veer up before me
I cower, pleading sympathy
but she breathes only my mistakes,
reverberates only my inadequacies,
and assaults evil in my motives.
Why such disdain?

I feel destined to meander aimlessly,
catching the harsh thunder,
pain immense
The shelter far away
beyond my reach…
talents wasted.